Why would I unpack one of the most painful nights of my life with this stranger? My mouth is open, and the refusal rests on the tip of my tongue, but an image intrudes, shakes my absolute certainty that this dude can’t do a damn thing for me. It’s Kassim, walking into Dr. Cabbot’s office, looking back over his shoulder at his mom and me. Nervous, scared, uncertain, but assured because Yasmen said it was okay not to always be okay. You, too, Dad? Me too.
Yeeees... Give it a chance
